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"Sticks and stones may my break my bones, but words can never hurt me," was practically a mantra on the playgrounds of my childhood. Even then, I didn't believe it was true ... that "words can never hurt me." As a child, I knew that words hurt me on a regular basis. When I saw my playmate hold back his tears and lower his head when called a "sissy," something inside me ached for my friend, because though I couldn't navigate the nuance of language in the third grade, I knew the term "sissy" was disgraceful. My friend felt humiliated, and I knew inherently, that to be a "sissy" meant to be girl-like. Well, I was a girl, so that was shameful, too.
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